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| Battle of stalingrad (photo by Georgii Anatolyevian Zelma (Uzbeki, 1906-1984) ) |
Last night i saw loose shells
spill open halfway to the sky
forming glowing molluscs
color dressed like glimmering green and red romantic nights
it made me think of you....
sometimes i forget your name
because of the blue bellied sunsets
but whoever it is
that reads these letters
i tell myself everyday i have to stay alive
to find you....
and i will start soon....
This poem is lovely, and works so well with the image. The language is forlorn and full or regret, yet soft as a prayer...
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ReplyDeletethanku for ur generous comments....if u see it the way u say u do....then the quantum of my expressns have realized there worth....